"Wait a minute!" Jay yelled. "Everybody! Calm down! We've got to think about this. Dan, you said Sean did this?"
"Uh-huh uh-huh!" Dan replied, shaking his head forcefully. "Swean do dis wit a way gwun! Mwe a mwan but... but... Swean mwe bwe dwum kid!" Having calmed
down from his tantrum, Dan was now on the verge of crying. He struggled to think and to make his thoughts into words. "Help mwe!" was all he could get out.
Mark stood up and he looked at Jay. "What are we going to do? What the hell has Sean got?"
"I don't know," said Jay. "He obviously changed all three of us, but Dan got it worse than us."
"Yeah, for the moment," Mark replied. "There's nothing to stop Sean from coming back with whatever his 'ray gun' is and melting our brains too. What do we do?"
"I don't know. Let me think. We'll... we'll get cleaned up, find some clothes that fit more or less, then go out and find Sean. Whatever he has, I'll bet he's getting his
kicks zapping other people with it. We'll find him, we'll stay hidden, we'll watch what he does and then we'll work from there."
"That's a weak plan, dude... but we ain't got nothing better. We'll do it."
Dan had been trying to follow their conversation, but it had been too fast with too many hard words. "What mwe do?"
"Dan, you stay here," Jay said slowly. "Mark and I will get Sean's ray gun to fix us. Do you understand?"
After a moment, Dan nodded. "Uh-huh." Mark and Jay looked at each other. Whatever happened, they did not want to end up like Dan was now.